Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1887-08-18

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read in lila face an st bis words i'm
piled. could not bear II laid my hand
upon his shpuidfE csyin with quivcrlng
voice: 'Felix, Felix
shall never fcrse tbe hit that beamed
In his face as Nc ere NC him and looked
into my eyes. VI
"Ahp' he iauuarrai Iarjoric, too, has
forgotten thal an rel |. My darling, I
never meant thar son shou know. meant
to 70 av ay IIetly Under burden Of your
,corn AM ms 10 % sign hit should betray
my love for "a. When yea talked Of your
brother, your Gcrad' fghti9g down there at
vicksburg, do you To nix / did not feel a
just shame that !, soldier, as brave, as
loyal to my trust as b. could be to his, must
be masquerading here is a wandering school
masters And yet, have no regret that / am
in your eyes, rebel. For such l must be,
Il true 10 my own dca of duty. But II L
we're 70 die now, pursued, hunted as l am,
plans I have devised for the benefit of the
cause 6ght for rust perish with me.
could lot have foreseen what disaster my
love IN lst br,ng upon you. Dorothy, Dorothy
Lyntor ----n he turned upon my cousin with
vehement denial you know that speak
truly! would have shielded her from misery,
with my life."
The strong current Of his impetuous speech
ebbed for awhile. "My beloved" he went
On, 81 will not ask you to forget that we
have ever met, nor even to hope that this
unhappy war ended, we shall meet again.
Something / cannot reason away impresses
upon me the belief that our parting is final
one. Be courageous, my own"
burst into frenzy Of weeping as he led
me to Dorothy. Dorothy" he whispered,
very softly, as he kissed her upturned face,
"May God forever hold you and yours in his
keeping"
saw the faint smile about his tremulous
lips, as he laid his hand upon my head with
touch that carried benediction to 1t, and stilled
my passionate grief.
/ did not cry out then, though / knew that
The kiss he pressed upon my lips was the seal
Of an endless bctrothal, OF a hopeless farewell
made no sound when heard him going down
he stairs, and, a moment later, the clatter Of
ais horses hoofs upon the road 1t was only
when my cousin Dorothy took me In her arms,
With sad, remorseful murmuring, that words
anne back to me.
Forever mine! o Felix, my Beloved" l
'ried, and with the utterGncc a solemn peace
,verflowed my soul. "Do not grieve, dear
Dorothy" | said "hc Is minel Mine beyond
he power of time or change! / would not
lave it otherwise If | could. / am content
content to wait the dawn of Gods to-mor-
owl
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ne, reading day after day of battles, which,
Won or lost, gradually drew the great Rebel
ion to Its close, how the heart OF one of his
auditors was torn with the pangs of contend
ng emotions. We were true patriots, he and
|; and when, in the glory OF autumnal beauty,
We laid my only brother Gerald to rest, draped
n the colors of that Union for which he glad
y died, | know that DorOthy's husband took
ne to his heart with such love as few faith
ers feel.
But it was months afterwards that, putting
aside his pipe one day, lie read:
1.-THE thrilling account given In our last is
sue, of the romantic Spy, turns out to have
been not too highly colored. Since his recap
lure it has TRANSFERRED that he sought refuge
with lady, the wife of prominent Unonist,
whose name he utterly refused to divulge.
This Confederate Major, one of the braycst OF
men, having some private sources of informa-
ton, venturcd within our lines so well dis
suised that the knowledge thus obtained
would have resulted in fearful disaster to the
cause of the Union. BY the merest chance
his plans miscarrled, aud our latest dispatches
show that he has paid the penalty due to his
acts. One cannot but admire the fight he
made for his life, enemy though he was. In-
Iced he had very nearly rcgained the Confcd
crate lines when his retreat was cut off,
Then, rather than fall second time into the
hands of our soldiers, and, perhaps, deter
mined to save himself from the death melted
out to a spy, he deliberately shot himself
Upon approaching him. Captain Osborn found
hat he must have suffered tortures from q
badly wounded arm"
"Poor fellow said Roderick Lynton, softly,
laying down his paper.
Suddenly the bells of Ernsclif rang forth In
Wild exultant peals, aud across the bridge
came the sound of tramping feet "Ahn
cried my cousin, eXcltcdlv, there must be
glorious news. What is It, Catherinel" he
asked, throwing the window open.
Nhthuiouu huS lailcu, tuc1 say :! bue re-
Piled, soberly.
"Thank Godw said Roderick Lynton. "May
He heal our poor, smitten country! What,
Marjorie, you who have been so gllb-tongucd
over other victories, have you no words for
this one, long waited for, long prayed fori'
My heart is full my eyes are dim, as say
earnestly, God bless our countryw Then /
added, in voice that shook little, God
bless our soldiers
My voice faltered still more when | said, a
moment afterward, very ferventiy: God rest
our soldiers" The words seemed to choke
me and my uttcrancc failed.
ROdcrick Lynton's bright face saddcned:
"Poor Gerald"' he muttered, "Poor boYr'
But my cousin Dorothy laid her arm about
me tenderly, and ! felt the true solace of her
meaning as she said, solemnly. with sweet,
uplifted eyes: God rest our soldiers-GA.-
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